Why do you blog?

I like to blog π because I hope to make a few folks aware of the issue of having chronic pain. Hopefully, I might be able to help someone as well π and perhaps make a friend π
Why do you blog?

I like to blog π because I hope to make a few folks aware of the issue of having chronic pain. Hopefully, I might be able to help someone as well π and perhaps make a friend π


It definitely helps me to look at this quote every day.
What’s your favorite time of day?

My favorite π time of the day or “night” is in the wee hours of the morning π when I am unable to sleep π΄ Sometimes, I am able to hear the distant sound of a low mournful train whistle in the distance if I listen πΆ hard enough.
Max (the cat) cuddled up in his fluffy rainbow π bed, snoring softly beside me. The glow of the TV flickering in the background β¨οΈ A light rain shower πΏ tapping outside the window πͺ A gentle breeze blowing through the palm trees π΄ π³ It is quite peaceful π and gives me aΒ feeling of warmth and security π

I have been doing some research lately because I was curious if there are therapists who specialize only in chronic pain. When I went to reddit, I saw a post π« where someone had mentioned a doctor like that.
However, when I went to youtube, I didn’t see anything similar.
It appears to “my knowledge” that there isn’t any therapy specialty that is chronic pain specific or living with chronic pain specific.
I also asked my psychiatrist, and she said she had never heard of this either,so I suppose the lady on reddit was misinformed.
While it is certainly true that a regular therapist can help you with your depression and anxiety surrounding the issue, I myself believe it would be quite difficult to find a therapist who really understands the condition
As an example, I worked with a licensed clinical social worker about a year ago, but only for a few sessions. I, of course, told her all about the condition, but even so, it seemed by her conversation that she just could not understand the concept of being in pain all the time.
I had mentioned to her that many simple things are difficult for me due to the condition. As I continued, she seemed to have not particularly like what she had heard, so instead of asking if I possibly needed a medical nurse for help, she threatened to call a mental health agency instead.
This was certainly quite unfortunate π
So, in conclusion, it appears there are no therapists who only deal with chronic pain. Perhaps I am wrong, but to my knowledge, I dont know of any.
However, possibly by trial and error, you can find one who understands and is caring about your condition.

Be proud of yourself πͺ

Hi, my name is Anna, I am in my 40s, and I suffer from chronic pain in my face. Unfortunately, it has been going on for years.
In this journal, I write about my unsuccessful trips to doctors, my frustrations, and my fear as well as provide some informative information, some quirky daily promts some cute stories as well as some serious ones all with the hope for a normal life again one day.
Currently, after my last neurologist appointment, I still have not been diagnosed. At this point, after suffering for so long, the constant pain has worn me down. I am no longer able to do most activities,
I am not able to drive anymore, so I have lost my independence. I have lost my individually as well, and I grieve for all these things. At this point it has become so disabling that I am not able to eat, or really take care of myself, I am in and out of the emergency room, and concerned that I will be removed from my current apartment and sent to a nursing home without Max the cat π
Any type of chronic pain is a real condition and one of the number one reasons people visit their doctors. I hope you, as the reader, are able to understand this issue better and hopefully be able to sympathize with others….
Thank you π for visiting, and please feel free to subscribe!
Anna and Max the Cat π

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

My answer isn’t very interesting or imaginative, but in my alternate universe, my health would be completely restored,Β The entire new universe would be covered with flowers, gardensΒ butterflies, and trees π³ alwaysΒ beautiful, peaceful and calmingΒ πΒ
Here, there is only one human who is surrounded and all kinds of talking animals π and we would spend our days running, playing, laughing, and cuddling together β€οΈ
I have been searching for more chronic pain explanations here on YouTube lately. I didn’t really want to get to a really depressing side of the issue, but of course, this can be for all serious illnesses, but this is what happens to a great deal of chronic pain patients.Β It’s actually interesting, though. It mentions how badly many chronic pain patients have been treated by doctors (which has been my experience). I have mentioned several of the things in my posts that they talk about here, such as loss of relationships, fear of flare-ups, and other concerns π She also speaks about pain medications


Dear Max, sometimes I get really low about things. I don’t mind living alone at all. In fact, I rather enjoy it. It’s quite peaceful and quiet, I try to keep my spirits up, but on the days that I feel like im sinking into a bit of a depression π«₯ I sure wish you could talk.
Meowmmy

When we left off, Max and Anna were walking down an isolated train track π€ in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. They had disappeared π into the fog π searching for their next adventure.
Once the fog had dissipated, and the sun’s π rays began to shine through the thick mystic green mountains, β°οΈ
Max and I were getting hot and tired. We both sat down on the wooden slats of the railroad tracks. π€’What are we going to do now, Max?’ We have been walking on the tracks for so long now without seeing a single thing.
Earlier today, we had both reached into our quilted magical knapsacks, and to our shock, they were empty. ‘We have to find some food soon,’π Max nodded. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and I sure could use a bath. π
After we had rested, we both nodded in agreement that we should keep going after all.π€
Even though we were hungry, it certainly was a beautiful day.π€ The birdsπ¦ were chirping, the beesπ¦₯ were buzzing, and the sky was a clear blue with white fluffy clouds as far as the eye could see.β οΈ

No sooner had we gathered our knapsacks than we could hear a sound in the distanceπ€ ‘Look, Max,’ I said, pointing to some water cascading down into small pools and gathering under the rocks. ‘It must be coming from the top of the mountain.’π³
Just then, the clouds began to thicken into a misty white fog that shimmered in the summer sun.π Up ahead, the sweet, succulent smell of yellow and white honeysuckle blossoms

We followed the glorious scent until we finally reached a bridge, which led to the mouth of a cave, we both peeked inside. ‘Max, this looks like something out of a fairytale,’ I said aloud. We cautiously stepped onto the bridge, and as soon as we did, a refreshing waft of cool air began to surround us.

Down below was a deep, crystal-clear, blue-green lake. Up above, there were stalactites of shimmering, clear white quartz. As we got closer to the other side of the bridge, we saw more stalactites. Stalactites of every color of the rainbow: purple, pink, blue, and white.

they shined just like rubies or emeralds. What is this place? “I said aloud to Max, I’ve never seen anything like this.
Once we reached the end of the bridge, we stepped onto a small island with the lake surrounding us. To our right and off to the side, we saw a small, old, brown wooden pier; we could hear it creaking and cracking with each lap of the blue-green water. Along with an old wooden rowboat that was tied to it.

“Hmm, odd that this is here,” I said out loud to Max. “I wonder where it came from?” “Let’s take a look.” We both cautiously stepped inside as the boat creaked and cracked beneath us. I rowed out towards the middle; it was then that we could see some very large fish.
Our mouths watered at the sight below. “Boy, I sure wish we could catch some. Perhaps our magical knapsacks will get their magic back if we have something to fill them with. I wonder how we can. Perhaps I’ll make a wish.”
The fish didn’t seem like boring old normal ones; they almost seemed human as we watched them jumping, splashing, and playing. They actually seemed to be laughing. “They sure are having fun, aren’t they?”
Not too long after that, I seemed to notice that my knapsack felt much heavier. “How about yours, Max?” He nodded. “Perhaps my wish came true.”
Our stomachs were growling, so we opened the bag, and inside, there were plates and plates of steaming, crispy fried catfish. There were even side dishes of fluffy homemade biscuits slathered in butter and big heaping cups of freshly picked green beans. “The knapsacks are magic again!”
All they needed was some rejuvenation, kindness, and love from this special place, just like we did when we first stepped inside.
With our bellies full, we gathered our things together. We could still smell the sweet scent of honeysuckle blossoms as we walked back towards the bridge. Above us, the stalactites and stalemates suddenly began to twinkle and shine as if they were happily telling us goodbye and wishing us luck on our journeys

We waved back sad to leave this magical magnificent special place.
See what happens if you just believe
Max nodded, jumped into arms, and we gave each other a huge hug
We went back across the bridge content and were happy and thankful for the help.
As we got to the mouth of the cave, we felt felt warm and fuzzy all over, just like being wrapped in the comfort and security of a familiar blanket.

When we stepped back outside onto the train tracks with our knapsacks now full of food, dusk had begun to fall in the mystic mountains. The sun was setting below in soft pinkish colors.
The fireflies were illuminating the sky with a golden light, and the cicadas were buzzing in the trees. The fog once again

began to creep in around us. I suppose we should find somewhere to sleep soon, as.we continued down the tracks we I said out loud.
We both turned around to take one last look and we couldn’t see the magnificence cave anymore! It must have disappeared I exclaimed, ready to reappear to the next set of weary travelers.
And we vanished once again into the fog.
